Chapter 122: Becoming the Real Wife of the Mafia King

[Juliette’s POV]

Something clicked.

I opened my eyes and sat up.

I was in bed, in one of the guest rooms of the Lux mansion. I grabbed my phone and checked the time: it’s eleven thirty p.m.

Hastily, I threw the covers aside and jumped out of bed, then sprinted to the door and exited into the hallway.

True enough, the strapping frame of my husband, all dressed up, in suit and all, was moving steadily towards the stairs that lead to the ground floor.

Where’s he going at this hour?

Damn it! Is he going to see one of his mistresses?

I wanted to go after him. But I halted and slipped back into the room.

Calm down, Juliette. Think!

I have been avoiding the question each time he brings it up. So maybe he’s upset with me and seeks comfort somewhere else. A man can only show that much patience, especially when his pride is at stake.

It did take him a lot to say it first that he loves me—in the past, he’d want me to say it before he did.

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